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beboots"Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia."
- Charles Schultz
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I have come to the conclusion that today would have been a bad day, if I wasn't an eternal optimist. I mean, bad things happened to me today, but I don't feel like it was a bad day. Does this make sense?
Let me elaborate.
I have been trying to lose the 15lbs or so that I gained over the winter by going rollerblading in the mornings (before breakfast) and in the afternoons (after I get home from work, and sometimes after supper as well). It seems to be working; I've lost like 3lbs since exams ended. Yay!
So this morning, I put on my rollerblades and helmet and went out there. I was two or three blocks away from my house (in the depths of suburbia) when I realized that I had forgotten my housekey. No big deal, as my brother wasn't going to leave for school for another ten minutes, so I could just turn around and get it, no problem, right? Right.
Wrong. I got back to my house in time to see my little brother get on the schoolbus. I rushed to my front door, and (as you might guess) it was locked. I then thought, "Aha! But perhaps if I go through the garage, I'll be able to get in! After all, only dad locks the door to the house in the garage!" (Dad's in Sudbury until this evening).
You can see where this is going, right? That door was locked as well. Oh, I was able to open the garage door itself, but not the inner door that led to the house.
So there I was: shoeless (I had been rollerblading), hungry (I hadn't had breakfast yet), hair everywhere (I hadn't even brushed my hair), with not a key, cellphone, or anything else to my name. We normally have a key at the next door neighbour's house, but of course they had already left for work. All of my own work stuff (including my only clean costume, my contact lenses, my lunch and my car keys) were locked away from me.
I had three options:
1) Sit and cry.
2) Try to break into my own house.
3) Bike down to my brother's highschool and (after smacking him upside the head) steal his housekey. I still have access to the garage, and thus my bikes, right?
I wasn't resourceful enough for #2, so I picked #3. I would like to mention that my brother takes the bus for a good reason, because it's all the way across the city. I biked for twenty minutes at a frantic pace, sans shoes, and burst into my brother's school, hair askew, shoeless, etc. Luckily, he was right in the front entranceway.
He also had the gall to be all like "but how will I get myself into the house when I get home"? I told him I'd leave the garage door unlocked, like he should have. D:
Anyway. So with a start like that, how could the rest of the day go wrong?
I have actually decided that this whole incident was karma/my body's way of telling me that I needed to do much more exercise to work off that plate of nachos I snacked on last night. D:
Oh, and after my long shift in the sun, when I just wanted to go home, the group of us working on the Midway went over to our changeroom to find it locked, so we had to wait like ten minutes for our supervisor to drive across the park to unlock it for us. I've exceeded my "locked out" quota for the day, I swear. D:
Other than that...
I have a bunch of tea stuff in my locker at work (teabags, sugar, mugs), and I had a small sippy cup of milk in the fridge. Because there were loads of school groups, all wanting to ride the carousel (and bringing their ice cream and wanting to jump from horse to horse despite my telling them not to through the microphone), I really, really wanted a cup of comforting tea. I had everything prepared, and it smelt delicious...and then I poured in the milk. I thought to myself, "huh, that looks pretty chunky" and then I unscrewed the cap. It had gone really, really bad. Like, recoil in horror because my nose is on fire and my stomach is roiling bad. D:
So I had to toss my wonderful cup of tea. I wasn't going to tempt fate.
Other than that incident... mostly, it was bad, bad, traffic on my way back from work. It took me an hour and a half when it takes like less than 30 minutes on days when traffic is good. That's enough to frustrate anybody. And the radio only seemed to have ads playing. For clarification, I drive a little '94 Ford Aspire (withi a cute little spoiler on the back!), which only has a tape deck... and I have like no tapes. So... yeah.
But it wasn't all that bad. I listened to the CBC news for a bit, and there were a few interesting pieces on an Arabic culture day at some school in Edmonton, as well as interesting spazzing about climate change and North Korea, the usual. Oh, and there was coverage on a beer-tasting competition/conferance for home-brewers. It was quite interesting, because they're much less snobbish than wine-tasters. So that was amusing.
See, bad things did happen to me today - exceedingly frustrating things, in fact, but... I love my job, I love my life, and it all seemed to work out in the end. I'm making perogies right now to snack on (OMNOMNOM) and drinking some tea that is probably just as good if not better than the abortive attempt at tea-making at lunchtime. :)
So I hope that everyone has a nicer day than I did. If not, enjoy life all the same!
- Charles Schultz
Crisscross by ~Beboots on deviantART
I have come to the conclusion that today would have been a bad day, if I wasn't an eternal optimist. I mean, bad things happened to me today, but I don't feel like it was a bad day. Does this make sense?
Let me elaborate.
I have been trying to lose the 15lbs or so that I gained over the winter by going rollerblading in the mornings (before breakfast) and in the afternoons (after I get home from work, and sometimes after supper as well). It seems to be working; I've lost like 3lbs since exams ended. Yay!
So this morning, I put on my rollerblades and helmet and went out there. I was two or three blocks away from my house (in the depths of suburbia) when I realized that I had forgotten my housekey. No big deal, as my brother wasn't going to leave for school for another ten minutes, so I could just turn around and get it, no problem, right? Right.
Wrong. I got back to my house in time to see my little brother get on the schoolbus. I rushed to my front door, and (as you might guess) it was locked. I then thought, "Aha! But perhaps if I go through the garage, I'll be able to get in! After all, only dad locks the door to the house in the garage!" (Dad's in Sudbury until this evening).
You can see where this is going, right? That door was locked as well. Oh, I was able to open the garage door itself, but not the inner door that led to the house.
So there I was: shoeless (I had been rollerblading), hungry (I hadn't had breakfast yet), hair everywhere (I hadn't even brushed my hair), with not a key, cellphone, or anything else to my name. We normally have a key at the next door neighbour's house, but of course they had already left for work. All of my own work stuff (including my only clean costume, my contact lenses, my lunch and my car keys) were locked away from me.
I had three options:
1) Sit and cry.
2) Try to break into my own house.
3) Bike down to my brother's highschool and (after smacking him upside the head) steal his housekey. I still have access to the garage, and thus my bikes, right?
I wasn't resourceful enough for #2, so I picked #3. I would like to mention that my brother takes the bus for a good reason, because it's all the way across the city. I biked for twenty minutes at a frantic pace, sans shoes, and burst into my brother's school, hair askew, shoeless, etc. Luckily, he was right in the front entranceway.
He also had the gall to be all like "but how will I get myself into the house when I get home"? I told him I'd leave the garage door unlocked, like he should have. D:
Anyway. So with a start like that, how could the rest of the day go wrong?
I have actually decided that this whole incident was karma/my body's way of telling me that I needed to do much more exercise to work off that plate of nachos I snacked on last night. D:
Oh, and after my long shift in the sun, when I just wanted to go home, the group of us working on the Midway went over to our changeroom to find it locked, so we had to wait like ten minutes for our supervisor to drive across the park to unlock it for us. I've exceeded my "locked out" quota for the day, I swear. D:
Other than that...
I have a bunch of tea stuff in my locker at work (teabags, sugar, mugs), and I had a small sippy cup of milk in the fridge. Because there were loads of school groups, all wanting to ride the carousel (and bringing their ice cream and wanting to jump from horse to horse despite my telling them not to through the microphone), I really, really wanted a cup of comforting tea. I had everything prepared, and it smelt delicious...and then I poured in the milk. I thought to myself, "huh, that looks pretty chunky" and then I unscrewed the cap. It had gone really, really bad. Like, recoil in horror because my nose is on fire and my stomach is roiling bad. D:
So I had to toss my wonderful cup of tea. I wasn't going to tempt fate.
Other than that incident... mostly, it was bad, bad, traffic on my way back from work. It took me an hour and a half when it takes like less than 30 minutes on days when traffic is good. That's enough to frustrate anybody. And the radio only seemed to have ads playing. For clarification, I drive a little '94 Ford Aspire (withi a cute little spoiler on the back!), which only has a tape deck... and I have like no tapes. So... yeah.
But it wasn't all that bad. I listened to the CBC news for a bit, and there were a few interesting pieces on an Arabic culture day at some school in Edmonton, as well as interesting spazzing about climate change and North Korea, the usual. Oh, and there was coverage on a beer-tasting competition/conferance for home-brewers. It was quite interesting, because they're much less snobbish than wine-tasters. So that was amusing.
See, bad things did happen to me today - exceedingly frustrating things, in fact, but... I love my job, I love my life, and it all seemed to work out in the end. I'm making perogies right now to snack on (OMNOMNOM) and drinking some tea that is probably just as good if not better than the abortive attempt at tea-making at lunchtime. :)
So I hope that everyone has a nicer day than I did. If not, enjoy life all the same!
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Date: 2009-05-30 06:37 pm (UTC)And maybe now you'll be more careful to always take a key with you when you leave the house. ;D
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Date: 2009-05-31 02:43 am (UTC)(I'm only half joking about that last bit)
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Date: 2009-05-31 02:53 am (UTC)I was locked out of my home only once, when I was about eight years old... in the middle of winter, too. After that I was given my own key and I made sure I carried it with me at all times. Somehow the habit carried on to adulthood, so I never leave my place without a key now, even if I have no pockets and I have to wear the keychain as a ring. Kind of a bulky ring, but it works. XD
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Date: 2009-05-31 02:56 am (UTC)